As the season progressed, everyone was realizing more and more just how imnse Wang Shuo’s contribution to Dortmund’s offense truly was.
It wasn’t just goals and assists; it was all-encompassing.
With him on the field, their entire passing ga was incredibly smooth.
Much of the ti, Wang Shuo was just a transitional player: run, receive, pass, run...
It was truly unremarkable.
So dia outlets even claid he was just padding his stats.
But when Wang Shuo was just strolling up front, waiting for easy tap-ins, or when he was absent from the lineup, the Dortmund players would realize just how difficult attacking truly was.
Even the hard-earned chances they created looked exceptionally clumsy.
In the end, Wang Shuo had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.
Sure enough, the old saying was right.
If you want sothing done right, you have to do it yourself!
In the 58th minute, Wang Shuo dropped back to the edge of the box, received a pass from Shahin, and laid it off to Götze.
Götze dribbled diagonally toward the right side of the box before passing the ball into the right side of the penalty area for Kuba to chase.
Though both were passes, a ball from Wang Shuo and a ball from Götze were truly different.
Wang Shuo’s passes were easy to receive.
Götze’s?
As Kuba chased it, he realized Götze’s pass was a little too far ahead.
Given his current level of fatigue, the speed he could muster was barely enough to reach it.
’So what now?’
Kuba had no choice but to throw himself forward, sliding to knock the ball toward the center.
The ball made it, but he looked a real ss.
And Wang Shuo?
After dropping back and making the pass, Wang Shuo had quickly turned and surged forward, lurking between Sidinei and Luisao. He took off from the penalty spot, caught up to the crossed ball, and swept it into Cesar’s goal with a casual right-footed shot.
He finally got his tap-in!
In an instant, the entire Westfalen Stadium erupted!
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"
"His 16th goal!!"
"The magnificent 16th!"
"Another legendary record has been set in the history of the UEFA Europa League!"
"Dortmund scores again!"
"Wang Shuo has scored his 16th goal in this season’s official UEFA Europa League competition, breaking Klinsmann’s historical record!"
The mont he shot, Wang Shuo knew it was in.
He excitedly spun around and sprinted toward the sideline, heading straight for the ho team’s coaching box.
At that mont, Klopp was excitedly windmilling his arms.
As soon as he saw Wang Shuo rushing over, Klopp excitedly opened his arms to greet him.
Wang Shuo embraced Klopp forcefully.
At first, Klopp was also very excited.
But he soon realized sothing was wrong.
’Wait, what are you rubbing on ?’
’Holy shit, my brand-new suit!’
’You’re covered in sweat, you son of a bitch, and you’re wiping it on ?!’
Then, more and more players ran over, swarming around Klopp.
"The entire Westfalen Stadium has completely transford into a sea of celebration!"
"Everyone is cheering and singing for our Chinese player, Wang Shuo!"
"His 16th goal, the all-ti record for the most goals in a single UEFA Europa League season!"
"We are incredibly honored to witness the birth of this great record together tonight!"
"It’s the early hours of Friday morning in the Capital, but countless fans are still glued to their televisions, cheering for our Wang Shuo’s goal!"
"This is the magic of football!"
Through the broadcast, countless Chinese fans saw that in faraway Dortmund, Germany, as Wang Shuo and the others gradually dispersed, head coach Klopp’s face showed not a hint of ecstatic excitent.
He was completely deflated!
Uncle Mustache turned angrily and walked back to the ho team’s bench, muttering and cursing under his breath.
"To hell with UEFA! Who the fuck decided you have to wear a suit to coach a match?"
"My wife just bought this suit! It was expensive, and now look at it!"
Buvac and the others couldn’t help but chuckle.
It was so wrinkled, it barely looked like a suit anymore.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think it was a piece of pickled mustard greens that had been fernting for ages.
’Hm, now that you ntion it, it really does have a certain sll!’
...
It wasn’t that his Dortmund teammates were completely incapable of serving up tap-ins.
After Wang Shuo scored his 16th UEFA Europa League goal of the season, Benfica launched a furious counter-attack.
But in the 70th minute, Dortmund won the ball back just outside their own penalty area.
Sven Bender won the tackle and passed to Humls.
The Dortmund center-back quickly charged out of the box, having already surveyed the field ahead before receiving the ball, and knocked it forward with a single touch.
As he caught up to it again, Humls sent a long pass downfield.
And upfield, Wang Shuo was accelerating, bursting past the two center-backs.
At that mont, on the sideline in front of the visitor’s coaching box, Jesus was filled with regret. He never should have positioned David Luis on the left flank.
Why?
If ti were to freeze, you would easily see that both Sidinei and Luisao had been left in the dust by Wang Shuo, so far behind they had no hope of catching up.
Instead, it was David Luis from the left flank who was rapidly tracking back.
But Wang Shuo was running in a straight line, while David Luis was running on a diagonal.
According to the Pythagorean theorem, Wang Shuo was definitely faster.
When Wang Shuo caught up to Humls’s pass, he controlled it with one touch into the right side of the penalty area, quickly caught up to it again, shielded David Luis with his body, and carried the ball into the right side of the box.
Julio Cesar decisively abandoned his goal and charged toward Wang Shuo.
But who was Wang Shuo?
Everyone said he was the heir to Ronaldo’s throne.
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